For the next few months, it is reasonably reliable that a Snowy Owl will be on the docks at Col. Sam Smith Park. Not guaranteed of course.
Sometimes they will be on a fence post beside a farm field like this one which I found in Quebec last winter.
Sometimes they will be perched on ice:
Here is today’s owl:
An interesting bit of information about Harriet Tubman (and owls 🦉):
On the whirl of the bitter gale,
and the northern sleet and snow,
Our flight can pierce the thickest fog,
or the strongest winds that blow. – Harry R. Peterson, “Song of the Wild Geese,” 1912
A Snowy Owl! Already! And it isn’t even officially winter, yet–(later today, 4:48 p.m., I believe). Fantastic!